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teeko (artist) – mood lyrics

[hook]
i don’t got time for your stressing
i had to tell shorty to move (i don’t got time)
new girl she asked what i’m doing
she wanna pull up to the stu (shorty, pull up)
why these broke n-ggas be hating on me
sh-t, i dont have a clue (i don’t got me a clue)
i cannot f-ck with your energy
i just don’t be in the mood (i cannot, i cannot f-ck with it)
i don’t got time for your stressing
i had to tell shorty to move (i don’t got time)
new girl, she asked what i’m doing
she wanna pull up to the stu (i mean, you could pull up anytime)
why these broke n-ggas be hating on me
sh-t, i dont have a clue (i don’t got-)
i cannot f-ck with your energy
i just don’t be in the mood

[verse 1]
don’t got a clue like the dj
hop on the track, run this sh-t like a relay (that’s a fact)
i got shorty speaking spanish
asking me questions like “¿cómo se dice?” (hahaha, just li- just like that)
shorty don’t know how to act
she heard me rap, now she wanna come and caroline my amine
i do not need me no delays (you heard this sh-t, my n-gga?)
all my sh-t just be dope like i’m freeway
n-gga, my life is a movie, it get crazy behind the scenes (facts, facts)
aye, i’m on the road to the money, get dropped if you try intervene (get dropped, b-tch)
like, f-ck do you mean?
young boy havana was thinking of schemes
i get the bread, then i split with team (aye)
try’n’ make it nothing to cop a lil beam’
try’n’ make it nothing to cop a lil sp-ceship
no we ain’t the same, n-gga, face it
yeah, i had to leave, she was basic
hold up, wait
n-ggas stay cappin’, i don’t fake sh-t
yeah, i see a lot, but i don’t say sh-t
hold up (okay)
don’t trust a lot, they gon change quick
n-gga, just watch when i lane switch (facts)
speed off with your ho, gta sh-t (skrrr)
need me some “m”s like a rating, cash (cash)
busy working, never see me
’cause i need a cuban shining like rihrih
being broke give your boy heebie jeebies
going crazy, but you wouldn’t believe me (nah)
b-tch, you know what i’m chasing
bread on my mind, once a n-gga awaken (facts)
hold up, i ain’t even make it
your b-tch on me like a n-gga was a-list (d-mn)

[hook]
i don’t got time for your stressing
i had to tell shorty to move (i don’t got time)
new girl, she asked what i’m doing
she wanna pull up to the stu (shorty, pull up)
why these broke n-ggas be hating on me
sh-t, i dont have a clue (i don’t got me a clue)
i cannot f-ck with your energy
i just don’t be in the mood (i cannot, i cannot f-ck with it)
i don’t got time for your stressing
i had to tell shorty to move (i don’t got time)
new girl she asked what i’m doing
she wanna pull up to the stu (i mean, you could pull up anytime)
why these broke n-ggas be hating on me
sh-t, i dont have a clue (i don’t got-)
i cannot f-ck with your energy
i just don’t be in the mood

[verse 2]
i’m tryna stack it up, run it up, add it up
you n-ggas ain’t running fast enough (hey, hey)
told myself i wouldn’t stop till i copped me a drop and my pockets be fat enough (facts)
youngin’, he straight out the dealer (okay)
i’m doing donuts, no dilla
no michael, these jacksons they thrill her (aye)
hit the bank
give me my grants and my benjis
hunnid bands, i need me plenty (hey)
her n-gga, she think i’m better than (yeah)
you n-ggas funny, like letterman (facts)
wake up, go get my cheddar and, (huh?)
i can’t sit calm like the jeffersons (nah)
hit me, i was in the stu
bring a few friends, ’cause i’m here with the crew
was like “my friends told me ’bout you”
gave me a chance, cause your boy got the juice
(what you gon’ do?)
chase the bag, get the bag, then i go hop in it (yeah, what else?)
chase the jag, get the jag, then i drop top in it (skrrr)
on they necks, no stopping it (aye)
we ain’t the same, yeah we really opposites
sit back and think ’bout how we gon pop and sh-t
it ain’t no telling, when n-ggas drop this sh-t, yeah (hold up, yeah)
busy working, never see me
’cause i need a cuban shining like rihrih
being broke give your boy heebie jeebies
going crazy, but you wouldn’t believe me (nah)
b-tch, you know what i’m chasing
bread on my mind, once a n-gga awaken (facts)
hold up, i ain’t even make it
your b-tch on me like a n-gga was a-list (d-mn)

- teeko artist lyrics

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